half blind

"My parents had very high expectations of me since I was a child, forcing me to learn a lot." Zhang Qing said, "After I went to university, I learned a lot by myself."

Mo Mao stared, "What else can you do?"

Zhang Qing thought for a while and counted with his fingers, "Guitar, piano, ocarina, zither, drum set... oh, and a little bit of violin, but it's like sawing wood."

Mo Mao stared at him for a long time, then gave him a thumbs up, "Amazing."

"It's all survival skills——" Zhang Qing leaned back and spread out on the bed, "Compared with the seniors in the entertainment industry, I don't know many things at all."

Since he was in college, he has met too many people who are better than him but work harder than him.

At that time, he was fighting alone, anxiety haunted him like a devil, he had no home, no way out, no choice, he could only go his own way, pouring the heat of his life into endless nights.

Lonely dance, solitary performance, the audience only has the silent night and starry sky.

"Damn, you inspired my fighting spirit!" Mo Mao suddenly sat up straight and took out a laptop from his backpack. "I'm starting to do post-processing now."

"You don't have to be so active." Zhang Qing smiled.

"I have a hunch that your sudden return to dubbing is also part of your entertainment plan." Mo Mao squinted at him, "So, in order to make your star shine as soon as possible, I decided to work a few more days."

"That's really hard work for you."

"Don't talk to me!" Mo Mao raised an index finger at Zhang Qing, put on the earphones, "I'm going to start working."

"Okay, okay." Zhang Qing said helplessly.

However, Mo Mao looked at the idyllic look, but said that he was working when he said that he was working, and he immediately entered the state after putting on the earphones.

Zhang Qing stopped bothering him and picked up his mobile phone to call Zhou Nanchen.

"Are you done?" Zhou Nanchen asked.

"Then if I say I'm not finished, are you not going to talk to me today?" Zhang Qing said in a long tone on purpose.

"Yes, yes, I'm thinking whether to hang up now." Zhou Nanchen said seriously.

"Get lost." Zhang Qing smiled angrily, "I can't bully you now, can I?"

"How was the result of the preliminary round?" Zhou Nanchen asked.

"Are you still afraid that I will fail in the first round?" Zhang Qing said lazily.

"That's good, I can see you a few days sooner."

"Get out, I don't want someone to order." Zhang Qing laughed.

"It would be great if it was broadcast live, and I can see it from here."

"Don't worry, this program group is said to be working very fast in the later stage, and it will be broadcast in a week." Zhang Qing said happily, "To tell you the truth, although my ranking in the preliminary round is not as good as Bai Yidong's, the effect is far better than that of Bai Yidong. to him."

"Really?"

"Just wait and see!" Zhang Qing stretched his waist, "I'll post a Weibo after a long absence today."

"Okay, I'll like it when you post it."

"Hey, speaking of which, you haven't told me your Weibo account yet."

"Guess." Zhou Nanchen was still smiling.

"Boring!" Zhang Qing rolled his eyes, "How are you these two days? How is Van Gogh?"

"Of course, Van Gogh is still the same old, eating and sleeping, or sneaking out to play by himself. This guy got used to the environment too quickly, and he didn't know where he went yesterday. He came back with a suit of mud, which made him I have to bathe him at night." Zhou Nanchen sighed.

Zhang Qing laughed for a while, then brought the topic back, "What about you? How are you?"

"Except for thinking about you, everything is fine."

"Why didn't I remember that you were so glib?" Zhang Qing clicked his tongue, "By the way, Chen Lou's memorial service is over, aren't you going back to Liancheng?"

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, it's just...you probably won't be able to get any work in Huaishui." Zhang Qing sighed, "I can't drag you to become a vagrant with me because of me, right?"

"No, let's stay with Huaishui for a while longer." Unexpectedly, Zhou Nanchen refused very simply, "It will be more convenient for you to stay here. I know you haven't let go of Xuanxuan."

"but……"

"Don't worry, don't worry about me. I have work to do here."

"Really?" Zhang Qing was dubious.

"Really, it's a puppy who lied to you. You'll know when you come back."

After chatting with Zhou Nanchen for more than half an hour, he hung up the phone.

Zhang Qing originally thought that he was not the kind of person who would cling to his lover all day long, but he didn't expect to fall on Zhou Nanchen.

But after walking for two days, my heart was itchy, and I couldn't stop thinking about him.

Love really lowers people's IQ, Zhang Qing thought sadly.

Zhang Qing opened Weibo, and now he has learned to calmly face those overwhelming swear words and private messages and comments.He directly clicked on the little plus sign in the upper right corner to post a new Weibo.

Zhang Qing V: #声声世世第三季# Today’s recording ends, lying flat ing [picture]

The accompanying picture is a profile selfie lying on the bed.

Because of fans' comments on his own Weibo, he basically didn't see any malicious replies, and even if there were, they were quickly deleted.

The whole screen was basically full of ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

At this moment, Zhang Qing suddenly thought of Zhou Nanchen's mysterious Weibo account, which he refused to mention, and suddenly became stubborn.

If this bastard refuses to tell him his account number, then don't blame him for being cruel, and find out by himself.

Just do it, Zhang Qing began to scroll down the hundreds of like messages.

Originally, he didn't expect to find it by himself, but an ID immediately caught his attention.

Mu Qing.The portrait is the Sunflowers by Vincent van Gogh.

Can't say why, but Zhang Qing is almost certain that this is Zhou Nanchen's trumpet.

Zhang Qing checked into the homepage of "Mu Qing", and there were all kinds of makeup tutorials and clothing designs forwarded, which was too obvious.Zhang Qing smiled as he continued to slide, halfway down the slide, his hands suddenly stopped.

Mu Qing posted a painting two years ago, which seems to be the only painting he posted on Weibo.

The person in the painting is Zhang Qing.He was wearing a black sports hoodie and was leaning on the balcony with a cup of milk tea. The bright sunlight shone on the boy's shoulders, making him quiet and moving.

Zhang Qing knew this painting, he had dreamed about it.

The sweetest love in high school, they squeezed into a small room.He frantically copied his homework, and Zhou Nanchen drew his face on the drawing board with a sly smile.

This is an excellent work.But only half of the painting has been colored, and the other half of the picture is still a black and white line draft.

The accompanying text on Weibo has only three words: unfinished.

Zhang Qing's heart throbbed suddenly, and he suddenly understood why Zhou Nanchen didn't want him to know the existence of this Weibo account.

Zhang Qing didn't know when he used this account to follow him, and he didn't know what kind of mood he had in posting this unfinished painting two years ago.

Perhaps he felt that he would never have the chance to finish it again.

Zhang Qing quietly quit Mu Qing's homepage without doing anything.The idea of ​​going back to the level, or even teasing him with a private message, also disappeared.

"I said." At this moment, Mo Mao suddenly made a sound, which startled Zhang Qing.

"what?"

"Your cooperation with this Chen is really amazing." Mo Mao took off his earphones and sighed, "Although his voice may not be so distinctive compared to those popular CVs, the two of you play together very smoothly. , better than many popular dramas I have done."

"Thank you for the compliment?" Zhang Qing was quite surprised that Mo Mao was so generous with the compliment.

"I'll tell you the truth, I just listened to the recording of the two of you, and then I realized that you two are a couple." Mo Mao pointed to his ears, "Voice is not deceiving. The tone of voice when people speak, The breath, the ending sound, can express emotions, and I can tell when I hear the lines of the two of you that there is a tacit understanding between you as a couple."

Zhang Qing could hear a hint of envy from Mo Mao's tone.

"You are quite professional, you can tell if someone is a couple." Zhang Qing teased, "Do you have a lot of emotional experience yourself?"

"No!" Mo Mao objected vigilantly.

"Well, let me guess, you probably have someone you like, but you haven't worked up the courage to tell him." Zhang Qing touched his chin in a mysterious way, "This person should be by your side, to be more specific , should be in our radio drama crew..."

"Damn, shut up!" Mo Mao immediately rushed towards Zhang Qing, but still didn't stop him.

"Is this person called Cen Shang?"

"No!" Mo Mao said so, his face swollen like a tomato.

Zhang Qing sighed exaggeratedly, "Why bother, even someone like me who just met you can see it, aren't you a little too self-effacing?"

Mo Mao suddenly looked like a deflated balloon, "So what, it's none of your business."

Hey, little brat.Gossip about him turning into a love rival turned into a lover's gossip story is so straightforward, and it's none of your business when it's your turn.

"So what can it do?" Mo Mao muttered in a low voice, "Anyway, it's impossible."

"What's impossible?"

"It's impossible for me to have a result with him!" Mo Mao said self-destructively.

"How do you know if you don't try?"

"No need to try!" Mo Mao slammed the pillow hard, "He's a straight man."

"Straight man?" Zhang Qing was quite surprised, "Straight man... write about the blood and beauty?"

"He wrote Danmei for a girl he liked before." Mo Mao leaned on the bed with a lonely expression, "In high school, he chased a girl for three years. That girl liked BL, so he liked her to watch I have read all the novels and anime, and even wrote her favorite cp fan. That scum girl obviously doesn't like him, but she still hangs on to him until she graduates from high school, and she just said lightly that she already has a boyfriend. .”

Talking about it, Mo Mao threw the pillow against the wall angrily, "If you don't like it, just say so! It's disgusting to use people as spare tires!"

...that's it.